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The angels were white and bright
They radiated a holy light
They were colorful, musical and sweet
And they worshipped at God's feet
They wore elegant robes and golden halos
And their faces were so bright, they were impossible to behold
The holy light would blind any mortal that would try
To look these pure, perfect creatures in the eye
But then the halos splintered and split
Their hearts began to harden and twist
And in place, they grew sharp, crooked horns
As the holy light died, something else was born
Now, with the halos gone, there's nothing for God to hold
In the past, he would grab them by their halos of gold
Those things were used for communication, and continuing the thrall
The golden circlet was like a chain around their heads that controlled them all
But with the chain broken apart and jagged
God can no longer keep them isolated or run them ragged
And with the light gone, the angels were no longer blinded by God's might
They could now see the stark reality of life
This also meant their true faces were now visible for any eye to see
And without that holy light, it was revealed that they were terribly ugly
It was a nightmarish thing to behold
the faces of the angels of old
The things the light used to hide became bare in the dark
Their faces were twisted, horrid and stark
After the Great Fall, angels and demons chose to walk among humanity
The demons were agents of change and angels of stagnancy
The angels are still bright and gorgeous, incomprehensibly so
Those who stayed faithful are still protected by God's golden glow
But they are woefully and painfully blind
They are shortsighted with a narrow mind
Meanwhile, although the demons are ghastly to behold
They are the painful truth, glaring and bold
And the truth is seldom pretty
But at least, in them, there is honesty
And they help keep the angels at bay
Keeping their beautiful lies far away
The demons are tough love brought to life
So they ask you to be brave and face the strife
Face the ugly truth and see the horror with in
Don't run away or fear the sin
They have no interest in denial
That's what the angels do, which they revile
Don't run or hide or cower or fear
Stand, fight and stay right here
Maybe a tough love is complicated
But it still beats the angels' gentle hatred